The giant hand reached out. It grabs for the rays of the sun. Its fingers bleed - but not hurt by the sun.
The giant hand grabbed the sun - and held nine times. Then it pulled back, and relieved the pain in the sea.
The giant hand was not the hand of a giant. No one knows what it was. Now it is no more.
The rising yard [corona?] went to the dawn. Some from Esagila taken away with him.
They knew each other - and yet were also foreign to themselves.
(End of the fragment)